no, you shut up.
i miss it.
i've heard other runners talk about this dilemma...but i until recently i've been spared it.
"it's running! don't overthink it! shoes, shorts, one foot in front of the other!"
odd how such a simple thing can become so complicated.
thought exercise: envision a ball of twisted-up bicycle spokes. that's me and running right now.
clinical note: i'm not injured. not physically, anyway. it's just that when it's time to run, i don't want to.
if i go anyway, i feel better. until the next time.
if i don't go, i feel worse. i mean, obviously.
the world is a treacherous place.* running is my refuge and my therapy. i don't function well without it.
but i've lost the joy.
and i need it back.
* the world is simultaneously a place of breathtaking beauty, wonder, and bliss. that's not the region of the world i'm traveling, currently.